Zenkhald opened his eyes. A stone ceiling appeared before him. He stared at it continuously for about thirty seconds, trying to focus his vision. Then he slowly raised his hand and twirled it in front of his face.
"Is this my hand?" the voice seed completely foreign to him.
"Ahem, ahem," he made a sound, just to test his voice.
He sat up. A girl was nearby.
"What a familiar face," Zenkhald pronounced, not taking his eyes off her. It seed he had seen her sowhere before. The girl, propping her cheek with her fist, smiled softly. "Beautiful," he said bluntly.
Then he shifted his gaze to where he was lying. So kind of mattress, a blanket. He threw back the fabric and examined his body. He touched his leg, his arm, and then reached his hair. Pulled a lock. They were black. Were they supposed to be black? Or what color?
An incomprehensible, heavy bracelet was found on his wrist. It was terribly annoying. Zenkhald felt a growing irritation and tried to take it off.
"Wait, wait, don't break the bracelet, you need it," the girl imdiately spoke up.
"Why? What for?" her voice also seed painfully familiar.
He got up from the mattress. His feet seed to know where to go on their own. In the corner of the room stood a bucket of water. He walked over and looked into his reflection. Black hair. And absolutely black eyes, completely devoid of whites.
He returned back. Footsteps could be heard everywhere outside.
"And where am I?" he froze again. "Wait, wait, wait..." he looked at his palms once more. "And who am I?"
The girl stood up. "You are Zenkhald Helvard."
"Zenkhald?" his tongue pronounced this na almost on autopilot, as if he had heard and repeated this word many tis.
"And are you a beautiful green-haired girl?"
He glanced at his wrist again. The bracelet was incredibly irritating.
"I am Naya Helvard," she answered and smiled. "You co from the great Helvard family. And I am your cousin. You are my little brother."
Zenkhald listened to her, but suddenly his stomach rumbled unbearably.
"I want to eat so badly... eat, eat, eat," he hissed, insistently poking his finger into his mouth. "I'm hungry. I want to eat."
"Let's go, I'll feed you," Naya sighed. She took his hand and led him along.
He obediently followed, examining her. How beautiful she is. Zenkhald, he repeated ntally, but his head was still absolutely empty. Although sowhere in the back of his mind, a nagging thought was beating that he had to do sothing important. Very important.
Naya brought him to a huge room where a multitude of people sat. Zenkhald tensed up.
"Co on," the girl turned around.
At that mont, a thick sll of food hit his nose. Zenkhald couldn't hold back. He imdiately rushed to the first table he ca across, where so guy was eating, unceremoniously grabbed his plate, and began to greedily drink the soup over the edge.
"Hey, kid!" the guy was indignant and forcefully shoved him in the shoulder. Zenkhald didn't even flinch. He drank the soup to the bottom, threw the empty plate on the table, and wiped his mouth.
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"Hey, man, I'm hungry. I want to eat," I said and reached for the neighbor's plate.
A slap on the hand rang out—the neighbor tried to bat his palm away, but Zenkhald's hand didn't even tremble. He snatched a new bowl with lightning speed and started drinking again.
"Hey!" the first guy jumped up and tried to shove him again.
Zenkhald didn't even move from his spot, but the guy flew right into the wall from the recoil.
Silence instantly hung in the dining hall. Everyone turned to look at them and began to rise threateningly from their tables. Zenkhald paid no attention to them.
"Eat, eat..." he muttered, taking bread from the table and stuffing his mouth with it. Chewing it dry was unpleasant, so right on the go he conjured a glob of water and washed the food down. "Ah-h-h... I still want to eat."
Several burly n and won were already advancing on him.
"Listen, I just want to eat. Feed ," Zenkhald said. He was already about to carelessly wave his hand to toss them all aside, when suddenly the green-haired girl wedged herself between them.
"Please forgive him!" Naya said loudly, blocking their path. "I beg your pardon, I will fully compensate for all the damage!"
The people stopped. Apparently, they knew her. After hesitating, they began to sit back down in their seats.
"Hey, and who's going to feed ?" Zenkhald was indignant.
Naya turned sharply to him and shook her head negatively. "Zenkhald, you can't do that."
"I WANT TO EAT! And why can't I? My stomach is empty!"
"Have so patience. We will sit at a table now and eat," she answered sternly.
They sat down at a free table. How annoying this bracelet on his arm was... Soon they were each brought a plate of hot soup. Zenkhald snatched the bowl right out of the server's hands and drank all the contents in two gulps.
"I want more!" he demanded imdiately. The man who brought the food looked at him strangely and tried to take the empty bowl.
"I WON'T GIVE IT BACK!" Zenkhald gripped the edges of the dish with a death grip.
"Give it back!"
"Give him the bowl, Zenkhald," Naya intervened again. "He will put more food in there."
Hearing this, Zenkhald relaxed his fingers. The man took the bowl and hastily left. Zenkhald shifted his gaze to Naya. She was eating incredibly slowly.
"SO annoying," he said loudly. "Can you eat faster?"
She ignored him. Slowly scooped up soup with her spoon, delicately blew on it, waited a couple of seconds, and only then carefully sent it into her mouth.
"A-A-A-A!" Zenkhald couldn't take it. He grabbed her plate and drank it all in one gulp.
THWACK. A spoon smacked him loudly on the forehead.
"Zenkhald, you can't do that," Naya scolded him in an even tone.
"I can't do this, I can't do that! And I want to eat!" he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. "You are beautiful, by the way, but you torture
by eating so slowly. And in general, when you open your mouth, I get so sad. It's better if you don't open your mouth."
THWACK. The spoon ca down on his forehead again.
"HEY! I'll break the spoon right now!" he barked.
"And don't be rude," Naya parried calmly.
"What do you an?!"
I took the spoon and started rhythmically tapping it on the wooden table. "Eat. Eat. Eat."
"Just calm down already!" Naya lost her patience.
"AND WHY ARE YOU YELLING?" I was indignant.
"WHO'S YELLING?!"
Naya caught herself. She sat back down, took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, trying to pull herself together.
"Please, calm down," she asked quietly, even stopping looking
in the eyes. "Stop making a fuss."
"Alright then," I shrugged and put the spoon down.
At that mont, the server was already running to our table with a new portion. With a familiar movent, I snatched the bowl from his hands and drank its contents in an instant.
"Ah-h-h... I'm still hungry!" I declared unhappily. "Maybe you have sothing besides soup? It's just water, nothing more. And your bowls are so tiny!"
The server seed to have finally boiled over.
"Just shut your mouth!" he barked. "Today everyone gets only soup. Sitting here like a savage, people can't even eat in peace because of you!"
I unperturbedly held out the empty plate towards him.
"I want MORE."
"First, apologize to the patrons for..." he tried to put
in my place.
I didn't let him finish. "What? What do I care about them? Bring food."
I looked right into his eyes. And at that mont, all the server's confidence instantly evaporated. He turned pale and took an unsteady step back. His legs began to tremble, he lost his balance and collapsed to his knees with a dull thud. His face beca covered in sweat.
Naya sharply yanked my arm. I turned to her, and behind us, the server suddenly began to howl quietly, hysterically.
"U-u-uh... so who's going to bring the food?" I was genuinely surprised, looking at the crying man.
Naya jumped up, firmly took my palm again, and pulled
toward the exit. "Let's go. We'll cook food at ho, since you're tired of soup."
Her hand was so warm, soft, and gentle. Even when she was dragging
by force, this touch felt surprisingly pleasant. I obediently marched after her.
But lastly, I still turned around and stuck my tongue out at those patrons who continued to stare after us in terror.
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